Breakaway: A friends to lovers romance

by Heather M. Orgeron

  “Come on in,” Alex’s dad said, pulling the door open. “You know you don’t have to knock.”

  “We like to pretend we have manners from time to time,” Dad joked.

  “Well, your manners made me have to get up out of my chair,” he laughed. “You really don’t need to knock.”

  Their conversation faded into the background when Allie came down the stairs. My breath caught at the sight of her all made up. She wore a short sweater dress with tall boots and smelled amazing.

  Alex walked right into my arms, lacing her fingers behind my neck. “You look so good,” she whispered in my ear. Then she pressed her lips to mine, right there in the living room...in front of all four of our parents. It was the first time our lips had met since I came home and the first time we’d ever kissed in front of our families.

  “Mmm,” I moaned as she pulled back. “You are so beautiful.”

  “Thank you,” she piped, rubbing her lipstick from my mouth with the pad of her thumb. She had my blood pumping with that one simple move.

  “Ahem,” Mr. Mack cleared his throat. “Let’s eat!”

  Alex and I made eyes at each other throughout dinner. Up ’til now, we’d been taking things slow, but my impending departure had apparently gotten us both worked up. I wanted her. Desperately.

  Her hand resting on my thigh beneath the table made it hard to focus on anything else.

  “Colton,” she hissed, giggling, “my mom asked you a question.”

  “I’m sorry, what was that, Mrs. Mack?” My cock stirred as Allie began to slide her hand higher on my leg.

  Mrs. Mack took another sip of her wine, hiding a smirk behind the glass. “I asked what time you leave tomorrow.”

  “Oh, ummm,” Goddamn that girl was distracting.

  “Ten-thirty tomorrow morning,” Alex’s dad supplied. Having been the one to book the ticket, he would know.

  “Would you two like to be excused?” my mother asked, teasing, as all four of our parents gave us knowing looks.

  “Yes,” Alex said, standing from her seat, shocking every last one of us. “Actually, I think we would.” I nearly choked on my turkey at the determined look on her face.

  “Allie,” I mumbled, eyeing our families. “What are you doing?” I gritted beneath my breath.

  “Thanks for dinner, Mom and Dad, it was delicious.” Alex tugged at my hand. “Get up, Colton,” she practically growled before painting an innocent smile on her face and addressing my parents, “Happy Thanksgiving, Mr. and Mrs. Fowler.”

  Ah, what the hell? It’s not like they didn’t know all our business anyway. I adjusted myself beneath the table before standing and pushing my chair in. “Dinner was great, thank you.” It took a concerted effort not to laugh at the blank stares I was receiving from all four of our parents as I made a quick glance around the table before taking off after Allie, without looking back.

  My adrenaline was at an all-time high when we entered her childhood bedroom, both of us panting before we’d even set hands on each other. I let my eyes rove over each of her feminine curves as she gripped the bottom of her dress, lifted it over her head, and tossed it across the room. I sucked in a deep breath as I stared at her pink nipples that were just barely visible through the sheer black lace. My throat grew thick, my dick hard.

  Alex bit her lower lip, staring at me for a moment, watching my face as I drank her in. Then, she pounced, backing me up against the door with a loud thump, her hungry eyes fixed on mine. She reached around me, turning the lock. Allie taking charge like this, going after what she wanted, was such a fucking turn on. My pulse raced out of control, and I could feel my cock already straining against the inside of my zipper.

  “Shhh, Alex,” I laughed low in my throat. “Just because they have a pretty good idea what’s going on doesn’t mean we need to give them the play by play.”

  “Whoops,” she blushed, leaving me standing there as she walked over to the computer that sat open on her desk. Saliva pooled in my mouth as I stared at her round ass while she clicked away. Not a full minute had passed when the opening chords to “Thinking Out Loud” by Ed Sheeran drifted through the speakers. “There,” she said with an accomplished smile as she increased the volume to the max setting. Her hips began to sway to the beat, her hand reaching out, her finger beckoning me over. “Dance with me?”

  Alex looked like a wet dream, dancing for me in nothing but her matching bra and panties. With my heart lodged in my throat, I walked to the center of the room to join her. “You are so sexy,” I rasped, placing my hands on her bare hips, trailing them along her spine, brushing over the strap to her bra and back down again, our bodies moving in time to the music. I dipped my head to the bend of her neck, kissing her softly, inhaling the sweet smell of her perfume as she began to tremble in my arms.

  Allie laced her fingers behind my neck, the pads of her thumbs rubbing slow circles at my nape. Her breath was hot in my ear when she whispered in a shaky voice, “I used to dream of this.”

  “Dream of what, babe?” I asked, spinning her out slowly and reeling her back in.

  “Dancing with you...” Her voice trailed off as I nipped at her earlobe. “Without our clothes,” she finished, her fingers slowly working at the buttons on my shirt. Her cheeks flushed with a light blush.

  “Yeah?” I asked, smiling as I remembered the many times she’d gotten me so worked up I’d had to hide in the bathroom to rub one out. Our chemistry had always been off the charts, even before we understood what it was. “Me too.” I tugged at her bottom lip gently before sucking it into my mouth. “You used to leave me with raging hard-ons,” I laughed, pressing the proof into her waist as I reached around her back, unhooking her bra and sliding the straps down her arms.

  Alex pulled my shirt open, her icy cold fingers slipping inside, tracing the muscles that lined my chest. “You made me so hot, Colt,” she admitted, her voice heady with desire as she stared up at me through hooded eyes. Chest to chest. Skin to skin. Heartbeat to frantic heartbeat.

  “How ’bout now?” I rasped, cupping her breast in my hand, kneading the soft flesh. “Do I make you hot now?” I felt my throat bob as I swallowed hard.

  She nodded, grabbing my other hand and lowering it into her panties, letting out a loud gasp when I ran my finger through her slick folds. “So hot,” she moaned, her head rolling back as I dipped a finger inside, finding her more than ready for me.

  Lifting the finger to my mouth, I sucked it clean. “So wet,” I growled, my dick throbbing as I walked us over to the bed, laying her in the center before stripping off the rest of my clothes and climbing in over her.

  Lowering my lips to hers, I kissed her long and slow, making love to her mouth, never losing our rhythm. Our tongues continued to dance as I parted her thighs, lined up our centers, and pushed forward, giving her all of me in one hard thrust.

  Allie’s mouth formed an O, her eyes widening as she let out a sharp cry. Every muscle in my body tensed. Every nerve ending set on fire.

  She felt so good. So fucking perfect. So mine.

  “Come with me, Allie,” I whispered, brushing sweat-soaked hair from her forehead as we came down from our climaxes.

  She giggled, lazily trailing her fingers up and down my chest. “I just did, multiple times, actually. I don’t think I can come again, Energizer Bunny.”

  “Was that a challenge?” I asked, flicking the tip of my tongue over her still erect nipple, relishing the way her body writhed beneath me. “Cuz I’m more than willing to give it another go.”

  Alex hissed, moving my hand away. “I can’t. Are you trying to kill me?” she laughed. “Death by orgasm...hmmm. On second thought, it has a nice ring to it, whatdya think?”

  I wrapped my arms around her still naked body, pulling her to lay on top of me, her face inches from mine. “I want you to come home, to live with me,” I clarified, placing a kiss on the tip of her chin.

  She drew back a little in surprise, her heart speeding up, pounding agains
t my chest. “Like, as a roommate?”

  “Like, as mine,” I answered, holding her stare.

  Her body shook. “As your...what, exactly?”

  “Everything.”

  “Everything...” she repeated, swallowing hard.

  “Every. Single. Thing.”

  ALEXIS

  “YOU’RE UP EARLY.” MY mom quirked her brow, giving me a knowing smile. “You and Colt have a good time last night?”

  Heat flooded my cheeks. “Mmmhmm,” I nodded, walking over to join her and my father at the breakfast table.

  “Were you safe?” she continued, making this awkward situation even more uncomfortable than it already was. She did this shit on purpose.

  Dad’s fork landed hard on his plate as he began to choke on his scrambled eggs.

  “I’ve been having sex for years, Mother. I’m pretty sure I know how babies are made by now...and how to avoid them.”

  “Enough!” Dad grumbled when he stopped coughing long enough to speak. “Jesus, woman,” he added, glaring at my mother, who simply rolled her eyes, resuming her interrogation.

  “So, you two are...?”

  Here we go...“Actually, that’s why I’m up so early. I have some news,” I announced, biting my lip nervously.

  Mom rested her chin in her hand that was already propped on the table, leaning in with eager anticipation. Dad, on the other hand, froze mid-chew. I’m not even sure he was breathing.

  “We’re moving in together.”

  And the choking resumed as Dad beat a fist into his chest. His eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. Poor Dad.

  “You’re moving in—umm, where exactly?” All playfulness vanished from her demeanor.

  “I’m going back to California with Colton...today.”

  “Today? What about school?” Mom asked, looking like she was about to hyperventilate as she tugged at the neck of her tee.

  Taking a deep breath, I shifted in my seat. “I’m going to drop my classes and transfer my credits to UCLA. I’ll start this semester over in January. I’m failing everything anyway,” I answered, looking over to my father to gage his reaction. His stone face gave nothing away as he listened intently.

  “What are you going to do for money, Alex? You’ve never lived on your own...You—you’ll lose your scholarships.”

  “She’ll get a job, honey, like everyone else does. Or she can take out bigger loans,” Dad chimed in, finally seeming to find his voice. “She’s not the first twenty-year-old to move out on her own...and she’ll be with Colt.” As he added that last bit, Dad looked to me and winked.

  My mom’s bottom lip started to quiver, her eyes filling with tears. “But, she’s our baby. How can you be so calm about this?”

  My heart sank. I’d known she’d be upset. The longest I’d ever been away from home was last summer when I’d visited Colton, and she’d had a hard time with that. Still, expecting it didn’t make it any easier. Along with Colton, she was my best friend. Pathetic, but true.

  My dad’s hand reached out to hold hers across the table. “She’s in love, Momma. Would you rather Allie be miserable, the way she’s been these past few months?” The concerned looks they shared made me feel awful for worrying them so much, but it had brought dad and me closer than ever. I couldn’t be upset about that.

  “No,” Mom whispered, sniveling into her napkin, her head shaking and her eyes locked on mine. “But I’m going to miss you so much.”

  “I’ll miss you too, Mom.” I got out of my seat, walking over to wrap her in a hug, emotion thick in my throat. “I’ll visit, and you can come check out LA. It’s going to be great, you’ll see.”

  I’d made it onto the plane and into my seat without much event, but when we started taxiing, all bets were off. It felt like I’d taken a shot of adrenaline straight to the heart. We were going to die. Colton had finally asked me to be his everything, and we were going to blow up in this fucking plane and never get our happily ever after. Oh God. I couldn’t breathe.

  “You okay?” Colt asked, dipping his head to whisper into my ear as he used the hand that wasn’t currently being squeezed to death to rub my arm.

  “Mmm mmm.” I shook my head.

  Colt did a shit job of trying not to laugh. “You’re a pro at this now, babe. It’s your third flight.”

  Shit. I was going to throw up. My eyes started watering. “Get...get my purse, Colt,” I begged, fanning myself with the flight travel pamphlet from the seat pocket in front of me.

  “We have to keep all items stored ri—”

  My grip on his forearm tightened. “Just get it,” I gritted out, focusing on my breathing. I did not want to spend the rest of this flight covered in vomit. I was sure he didn’t either.

  “Hurry up,” he said, depositing the bag in my lap. Probably the only thing good to come out of losing my mind for the past few months was the bottle of Xanax I just pulled from my purse.

  “What is that?” Colt asked with a look of concern as I dropped one into my palm before slipping it beneath my tongue.

  “Crazy pills...you want one?” I teased, capping the bottle and shoving it back into the bag, which he quickly returned to its rightful position.

  A loud gasp slipped through my lips as the wheels drew up and we began our ascent. I laid my head back with my eyes shut tight and held on to Colt’s arm for dear life as the medicine dissolved in my mouth. Sometime between then and the time our plane had leveled out that little miracle drug had kicked in and my fucks had left the building.

  “Feeling better?” Colt asked with a lazy smile as my hand slid down his arm, moving to his thigh. There were only the two of us in our row, and I was suddenly feeling bored, and Colt was looking like fun. It wasn’t even fair how gorgeous he was. I’d had to spend my whole life controlling myself around him, but I didn’t have to anymore, and I was going to take full advantage of my new freedom.

  His body jerked as I stretched my pinky out to the side, running it gently over the bulge in his mesh shorts. “Much better,” I answered, turning a little in my seat, using my body to block anyone’s view from the aisle.

  “Fuck, Alex,” he hissed under his breath as I slipped my hand up the leg of his shorts and began stroking him.

  The harder he got, the wetter I became. Jesus, the way he looked with his head thrown back, his face puckered, and neck corded with tension as he tried to hide his pleasure had me clenching my legs together.

  Colt’s hand reached forward, and the tray fell over his lap, hiding my hand from view. Good thinking.

  “Can I get you two a beverage or a snack?” Oh fuck.

  I kept my head turned down, resting on Colton’s shoulder as he answered for us. “Nah, we’re uh...we’re good. Thanks.”

  “No problem,” the stewardess replied. “Enjoy your flight.”

  “Oh, we intend to.”

  When I heard the cart roll away, I squeezed his dick, causing him to jump. “Why didn’t you warn me?”

  Colton laughed. “Cuz you’d stop.”

  “Well, yeah.”

  He bit down on his lower lip, his Adam’s apple bobbing on a swallow. “Don’t stop.”

  I resumed stroking his cock until it was at full mast. My blood was hot with desire, and I was in desperate need to take advantage of my hard work.

  “I’m going to the bathroom,” I whispered, slipping my hand out of his shorts. “The one on the right side.”

  Confusion furrowed his brow as he stared at me, panting. “I mean, really?” he said, looking down at his lap. “You couldn’t hold it for like thirty more seconds?”

  I rolled my eyes. “I’m telling you so you can follow me, idiot.”

  “Really?” Colt looked around to be sure that no one was paying us any mind.

  “Unless you’re scared,” I said as I stepped into the aisle and headed for the restroom without waiting for his reply.

  Closing myself in the closet sized restroom, I sized it up, trying to formulate a plan of action. If we
were going to join the mile-high club, we had to be quick about it. And smart. We basically had two options. I could ride him, reverse cowgirl on the toilet seat...ew. Or, I could sit on the edge of the sink, and by the looks of it, be at the perfect height...Yeah, that was definitely the way to go.

  When the door started to push open, I had a moment of panic, hoping that I wouldn’t have to explain to some stranger why I was propped up on the lavatory, because, well...I had absolutely no possible explanation other than the obvious. But that panic was short lived when I saw his mop of golden brown hair squeeze through the crack in the door.

  “Are you sure—” I shut him up with a finger on his lips, shushing him.

  Gripping a hand full of curls, I pulled his face to mine, pressing my lips right to his ear. “No noise,” I hissed, barely above a whisper. “Get in, get out.”

  He nodded, biting his lip with a smile and a shake of his head.

  Every part of my body prickled with desire as he slid his shorts just low enough for his erection to spring free. Colton wrenched my legs apart, pulled my panties to the side, and positioned himself right at my entrance. Heart racing, I gripped the edge of the counter as he looked to me for permission. With a slight nod of my head, Colt gripped my hips and thrust forward, and, my God, I saw fucking stars as he pulled out, slamming into me over and over. Just as I felt him spasming inside, just as I was on the cusp of what I knew to be the best fucking orgasm of my life, there was banging on the outside of the door.

  “I’m going to need you to open this door. Only one person is allowed in the restroom at a time.”

  “You have got to be fucking kidding me,” I mouthed to Colt as he pulled his shorts up and righted my underwear, helping me to stand on wobbly legs. I got a glimpse of myself in the mirror as Colton unlocked the door before quickly turning away. Every person on this plane would have zero confusion as to what we were just doing.

  “I’m sorry,” he said, sounding completely unaffected by our current case of blue genitals, as he pulled the door open. “She isn’t feeling well.”